A curvy young woman endures mockery from the popular crowd, convinced she will never be seen as desirable. When the school's basketball star publicly chooses her, she must decide whether to trust his attention or let the cruelty of her classmates keep her guarded.
it's not like i haven't tried losing weight i starved myself until i got stomach cramps ran until my knees swelled up dropped 14 pounds in a month and gained it all right back then the doctor told me it's insulin resistance i was born with it so it's always harder for me than everyone else but no one believes me no one cares i went home with the test report in my hand my mom
flipped through it over and over for ages. Then she said only one thing. Insulin resistance? Let's be real. It's just a fancy excuse for eating too much. To them, being fat just means being lazy. Being fat means I don't deserve to like Jace Wadey.
I walked step by step towards the edge, leaned against the railing, and watched the crowd moving below, as if none of it had anything to do with Suddenly, the railing, weakened by years of disrepair, gave way. I screamed and fell. I thought, this is it. It's fine.
In my dizziness, I saw Jace. We swapped souls. I wake up, my eyelids too heavy to open. I sit up slowly, rub my eyes, and glance around the rumble.
Strange curtains, strange floor. I snap my head down to look at my hands. When did my hands get this long? My heart races.
I throw the covers off. I stare down at my body. He stumbers backward, his shoulder slamming into the edge of the desk.